Jotted Thoughts

A Poem by Retro_Wave

Thoughts on paper

I feel puzzled at times. I wonder if I'm a hypocrite for laughing when I want to cry. Am I a hypocrite for turning my eyes away from my own mistakes? I do feel the pain and embarrassment, but I suppose that it's only right that I feel it. I guess it means that my conscience still works. I think about how people handle things in tough situations. The cast-aways in Russian gulags, people with missing loved ones, people in hospitals, children in third world countries.. heck, even the blind and deaf.

Maybe I fixate too much on moping or tearing myself down. I'm suddenly reminded of an episode of Mister Rodgers. A kid, about 10 or so came on and talked to him about being handicapped. I shed a tear when I saw how strong that boy was. In spite of being born disabled, he still trudged on and kept a smile on. I think I should do the same..